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Mar 2017
I found hope

This was the last letter I wrote
Swimming in the sea or floating on a boat
In the frozen wilderness wearing a big coat
sacrifice your self do not **** the goat
Red and gold silk sheets under which I spoke
I said yes and a woman looked for me with hope
Where are you now probably on your knees thinking you can cope
I'm still sailing across the ocean to tropical climates Island anchor tie the rope
Sitting drinking coconut and *** sends me to sleep and dream of yellow fish making bubbles as my toes float
I'm playing my guitar hoping that something makes the right notes
I can see monkeys on the rocks dancing  and I laugh and carry on playing as drums start and parrots clear their throats
An Elephant starts to rap and it sounds dope
Finding
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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   Johnny Scarlotti and tm
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